The most joy I've experienced all day was when the stupid Albino Python was on the phone trying to order a God-knows-what from God-knows-where and she kept getting put on hold and/or transferred, thereby getting angrier by the second. She'd mumble under her breath until somebody would pick up and she'd say, "yes? hello," start bitching and then get transferred or put on hold again.
It was a beautifully vicious cycle. And then I realized how much pleasure I was getting from witnessing the mental decline of someone I know has a severe chemical imbalance and that's just not right.
My life is as cheerful as a goddamn Ben Folds Christmas... Anyone know where I can get a quick 'srip for some Prozac?
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